The Wrong Side of the Coin
After my sister was born, my mother's love turned into a game decided by a coin toss.
Mom had a custom gold coin made: the flower side stood for my sister, and the number side stood for me.
For ten years, that coin decided who got the bigger slice of cake, who got a new dress, and even who went to the doctor when we were sick.
But the number side never once landed face up.
I cried, because none of it was fair, and Mom just looked at me coldly and said, "Your luck is worse than hers. Who are you going to blame for that?"
The day my acceptance letter from the elite prep school arrived, all I wanted was a steak cooked by Mom.
So I secretly swapped in a rigged coin engraved with a number on both